Married To The Badboy Superstar

Grand Entrance



“He’s upstairs in the gym but he should be in the shower now,” Maya told me as we walked through the front door. “You’ve got twenty minutes to kiss and make-up and then I’m coming to bed.”


“Yes ma’am,” I saluted and took the stairs two at a time. Kyle’s bedroom door was open but I didn’t knock because his better half was stuffing her face in the kitchen.


He emerged from the bathroom and found me still stuck at the door.


“Hey,” I said as a way of breaking the ice. “Are you going somewhere? Why are you dressed in jeans and a sweater when Maya thinks you’re about to turn in?”


“There’s been a change of plans,” he said as he sat on the ottoman and slipped on his sneakers.


“Ok...” I frowned. “I just wanted to come-I owe you an apology.”


“Why?” he glanced up as he tied his laces. “Because you need a place to crash?”


“Please,” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “You know that’s not even an issue.”


“And yet here we are,” he got up, walked over to the mirror and tousled his already messy hair. “You think I don’t know how you hate being alone?”


I laughed and then turned serious. “I’m sorry about what I said and did... It was uncalled for.”

“Great,” Kyle responded and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. “How about we finish this conversation in the car?”


“Where are we going?” I questioned as I followed him back down the stairs.


“I’m taking you home.”


“No, you’re not.”


“Yes I am.”


I braked and shook my head. “Please don’t get involved. Let me fix this in my own time and in my own way.”


“I can’t do that,” he replied and kept on walking, then swung the front door open. “Let’s go Jordan. I don’t have all day. My wife is waiting for me and so is yours.”


“You can’t make me.”


“Maya doesn’t know this, but Lana just went into labor and she refuses to go to the hospital until you come and take her there personally.”


“Why didn’t you say that all along?” I ran ahead of him and jumped into the Lamborghini. There was obviously a need for speed. Fortunately, my house was a few blocks away. We were practically neighbors.  “She could endanger our baby’s life. Why would she be so stubborn?”


“You don’t say…” Kyle murmured dryly as he maneuvered the car.


“It’s complicated.”


“Uh-huh,” he uttered. “Sure.”


“Let me guess? You’re on her side?”


“I’m Switzerland. I’m neutral.”


“You can’t be,” I scowled. “You can’t tell me that you support what she did?”


“I would do anything to keep Maya alive. Including but not limited to giving up my own life.”


“Of course you would,” I commented dryly. “Your world revolves around her. Everyone knows that you wouldn’t survive if anything ever happened to her. I fear you’d even take your own life. Am I right?”


“Yes and you can quote me on that.”


“Thought so.”


He sighed and glanced at me. “Don’t do this Jordan. Don’t mess up a good thing over pride or whatever ego trip you’ve got going on.”


“I’m not-you don’t understand-”


“Let me finish?” he interrupted and continued. “I don’t agree with the methods that were used to save your life and yet, at the same time I’m glad that Jones did it. I’m glad that because of his daring, irrational actions you are sitting in this car with me today. And for that I’m grateful and so should you.” He turned to me and smiled. “You can’t undo what happened JC but at least you have the here and now. You have been given another chance. You get to see your baby grow and get to see the boys go through high school, college and… eventually they will grow up, get married and give you a couple of grandbabies.”


“Not yet,” I laughed. “I don’t even want to think about that.”


“We’re here.” He had pulled into the yard and I hadn’t even noticed. “Go inside and talk to her-and I mean talk JC,” he put emphasis. “I’ll be waiting here if you need me.”


“Fine,” I jumped out of the car and ran inside the house.

“Lana?!” I hollered as I bolted up the stairs. When I got no response, I hurried down the hallway and into bedroom. “Lana?!”


“Down here!” she shouted from behind the bed.  I found her on her knees, her breathing was ragged.


“I’m taking you to the hospital.” It wasn’t a request.


“No,” she panted and held up a hand. “We talk first.”


“Can we walk and talk?”




“Ok I’m listening.”


“I know you hate me-”


“I don’t.”


“I know you think what I did was wrong-”


“It was.”


“I’m sorry Jordan,” she said in between contractions that were now five minutes apart. Yes I was timing them. “I know it seemed drastic but I couldn’t lose you-I had to do something-well it was Jones idea but I went along with it. I did what I had to do to keep you with us and-”


“Can we not do this now Lana?”


“Please forgive me Carter?” she was coated with sweat, clearly exhausted. “Please come back home?”


“You don’t fight fair Bambi,” I sighed in defeat.


“I know….” She winced with pain, her big brown eyes glazed.


“If I say I forgive you will you allow me to take you to the hospital?”


“You don’t have to say it if you don’t mean it.”


That’s it, I had enough. “You know what?” I said to her. “Screw this. I’m not listening to you. This is my baby too,” I leaned down and swooped her into his arms amidst weak protests. “Shh..we will talk about this later. After you have popped out my baby you are free to do whatever you want. We will talk then.”

Lee Taylor (caramelcherries)

Edited: 30.11.2020

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